It was the best one yet. He rolls over with a face lit up like Christmas, joyful and grinning and tired. She's slower coming out of it; he looks down at her full of love and shouts, "Earthquake!" bouncing on his knees. She doesn't wake, and he pulls her toward him on the bed, neck and arms limp and sprawling. He leans in to kiss her awake, like a prince in a story, but she's gone. The welts around her neck: Maudette, Dawn. Grief, and behind that fear, and then an old guilt coming back again. "No, hey." He listens for her breath, but she's cold. He chokes on it. "No. God. No, please. Please." He strokes her hair, and kisses her cold lips; he picks up the phone and dials, looking to her for bravery. It is the bravest thing he's ever done, and the dumbest. He's numb to Rosie's happy shout, on the other end of the 911 dispatch line, and asks for them to come.
Jessica stares out at Fangtasia! from Eric's office, hungrily. Eric is amused, asking WTF Bill wants from him. "I wanna go to the bar," she declares, in wonderment. "I wanna be one of those dancers. I'm hungry..." Bill whines to Eric that she won't listen; he's worried about Sookie even though he knows she's all right, and doesn't have time to -- yikes -- teach Jessica obedience. "I don't obey anybody," she says, firmly and with conviction, not a whine at all but a woman being born. "Those days are over." Eric needles him about his lack of control, tapping his shoulder: "Man up, my friend. She's not even one night old." He asks Jessica if she doesn't want to stay with her Maker, like Pam, and her answer is immediate and heartfelt: "No. He's a dick." She takes note of Eric's hotness and, because she was raised to go for Vampire Guy, to head straight for the most powerful man in the world, supplicant and coquettish, asks to sit in his lap. Maybe the most troubling line in the entire episode.
"Nobody lets me having any fun. Fuckers!" Eric gets intense and tells her to sit her ass down, activating all kind of previous plumbing and wiring, and she slams the door behind her. "See," he says quietly to Bill, "You have to be tough with them, or they'll walk all over you." Bill goes full-on Betty Draper, all, "You can see how she is!" and then obliquely goes, "And there are urgent matters to which I must attend." Eric knows who he means, and asks if Bill hasn't, in the past couple days, done more than enough on her behalf. "If any harm were to come to her because of my absence," Bill nearly shouts, "You would be..." Eric leans in real fucking close: "...What?" Bill crumbles weakly: "...Without her helpful skills." Jessica beats on the door, begging to go out, begging to do something bad, and Bill and Eric come to an agreement: help now, favor later. "How would you like to learn how a real vampire feeds?" Eric asks, as Bill rolls his eyes, and Jessica folds her hands together like a good daughter should: "Oh, yes sir. Please, sir." Eric's like, "See how hard this is? Douche."